The alarm rang at seven this morning The same time it did yesterday Seven-thirty is my breakfast time And I know what the wife’s gonna say.
The Crawfords next door got a new swimming pool The Millers got a color TV Mr. Wilson’s job is not good as yours, But his wife dresses better than me.
I get to the school at eight o-five And drop off the kids at the gate Then I drive past the clock outside the bank It’s exactly a quarter past eight.
When I reach the stop sign at Oak Street The same thought crosses my mind Should I turn right like I always have, Or left and leave it behind?
Right or left at Oak Street That’s the choice I face everyday And I don’t know which takes more courage The staying or the running away.
A left turn would take me to somewhere Leave alarm clocks and schedules behind And the world wouldn’t care if I’m not somewhere At some particular time.
Where a man can do what he wants to do And no one expects him to give All of his time to the same old routine In the one life that he has to live.
I’m not sure which way is the best way But I’ve always turned right before And it might be strange at the end of the day If they weren’t there at the door.
A man must make his decisions But he must consider the stakes For every mans life is a gamble It depends on the turn that he takes.
Right or left at Oak Street That’s the choice I face everyday And I don’t know which takes more courage The staying or the running away...